You sentenced to execution for treason, spending about a month in a jail cell, waiting for your imminent death to arrive. After a month of crying in your cell and trying to take back your mistakes, the Executor Speakerman, with his scythe in his hand. He was there to execute you.

Executor Speakerman: "Alright, it's been a month. It's time."

He spun his scythe in his hand and approached you.